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About Antwerp

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Origins & History of the Laenen Van Pelt Family in America

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Man, Overpelt’s got the crazy street Woluwestraat – this one’s my fav to stroll when I'm off work. I hit the spa early sometimes, then hit up a tiny coffee spot on that road that really blows my mind. No joke, it’s epic, like “Spring Breakers” freakin’ style – wild vibes, you know what I'm sayin'?

17-year-old boy arrested for Overpelt stabbing incident